Brett:
 Summary: With the Ferengi and Klingons meeting aboard the Delphyne as
“Neutral Ground”, there is likely to be trouble.  Security has been
warned and the crew holds their breath as the Daimon presents his
artifacts for Trenar’s approval.

Brett:
 <<<<Resume Mission “The Terminists - Part 6”>>>>>

TO_Ander:
 ::holding his breath while staring at the floor; trying to keep his
thoughts private now::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::is ready with her tricorder::

CEO_Ens_Quinn:
 ::Wondering just what it is these Ferengi have brought.

Brett:
 <Akon> ::Pulls out the first item, a small statue of a Klingon sitting
cross-legged on a small tree.  He holds his Bat’leth across his lap and
seems to be meditating.::

CO_Mash`ev:
 :: Watching the Ferengi for any sign that they're being anything but
honest with their 'artifact'. ::

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::moves around the room, watching the Ferengi trying to figure out his
body language.  He really hates not being able to read their minds.  He
stops and stands next to the TO, a spot that offers a good view of what
is going on::

Brett:
 <Akon> ::Bows and presents it carefully to Trenar who accepts it with
surprising reverence::

CMO_Santiago:
 ::In sickbay around biobed 2.  The staff taking advantage of the quiet
time decide to have a quiet game of poker.  Texas hold 'em.  No limits.
Rachel deals the next round of cards.::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 All: May I? ::motions at the tricorder::

CMO_Santiago:
 ::As Rachel finishes dealing, Nita picks up her cards she tries hard to
hold back a grimace as she looks at the 10 3 off suit.  Thinks...this
woman doesn't know how to deal at all.::

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::looks at the TO, who seems to be trying realy hard to hide his
thoughts.  Donnie wondered what the TO would have to hide, heck Donnie
has a higher security clearance then the TO so what could he know,
unless it was personal. Donnie smiled at him, and went back to watching
the Ferengi::

Brett:
 <Trenar> ::Looking it over carefully holds out the artifact for her to
scan::

TO_Ander:
 ::The Counselor's smile goes unnoticed, as he's still staring a hole
into the floor::

Brett:
 <Akon> Trenar: This item I aquired on Santhia 4.  An old warrior there
had set up a small bar and this occupied a place of honor.  He did not
part with it...cheaply.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::almost frowns:: Trenar: This statue has been modified... it is
according to my scans a hindu statuette from earth... two of its arms
have been removed and the brass reworked.

CMO_Santiago:
 ::Two players down.. Tornar, stiffles back a giggle as he makes his
call but before he places his chips he decides to raise..doubles the
bet.::

CO_Mash`ev:
 Akon: Modified?

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::he notices that the TO hasn't moved his eyes off the floor, he nudges
him with his elbow, to get his attention so the TO will watch what is
going on::

Brett:
 <Akon’s assistant> ::Extracts the next item from the box, a wooden
scroll case with copper ends and intricate scrimshaw work along its
length.::

Brett:
 <Trenar> ::Looks up sharply and galres at Akon::

CEO_Ens_Quinn:
 ::Smirks as the ferengi try to pawn off a fake statuette::

TO_Ander:
 ::he jumps at the nudge, and focuses on the artifacts::

CMO_Santiago:
 ::the bet comes to her and she looks at her cards once again...then at
her latinum and ponders a moment.   What the heck might as well see the
flop.  Tosses in her bars.::

Brett:
 <Akon> ::Looks shocked::  All: Wha...?  But...That thief!  He assured
me this was authentic!  I assure you Trenar I had no idea....::Bows and
scrapes but casts a glaring eye at Syrna from under his ridged brow::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::simply raises a Vulcan eyebrow at the ferengi::

Brett:
 <Trenar> ::Growls and throws the statue against the wall where it
thunks solidly and falls to the carpet, where another arm falls off::

TO_Ander:
 ::chuckles as the Ferengi is caught::

CMO_Santiago:
 ::Watches as a 2 of clubs, 6 of hearts and the Queen of diamonds
fall.::

Brett:
 <Akon> Trenar: Ah, bu...bu...but this!  This, you must see!  ::Holds
the scroll case out::  A most rare and precious find.  This is the
actual case that Kahless used to carry his notes while writing the
Klingon’s most holy book.

CMO_Santiago:
 ::Rolls her eyes as Tonar lets out another giggle and pushes all his
chips in.  She figures he must have at least doubles if not trips of
something.::

Brett:
 <Akon> ::Glances at Syrna::  Trenar: It is very fragile and scanning
would damage it so....

TO_Ander:
 Self: Yeah ri.. ::quiets down::

CO_Mash`ev:
 :: Raises an eyebrow at Akon. ::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 Akon: How would scanning dammage it more than your handling it? It is
by far the safest method we have of analyzing materials.

TO_Ander:
 ::he turns to the side and taps his combadge:: *Bridge*: Ander to
Bridge. Tactical report, please.

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::looks up:: Akon: How would scanning this item, damage it.  I believe
handling it would damage it more then a passive scan

Brett:
 <Trenar> ::Glares anew at the Ferengi but takes the case with a gentle
hand and he and his follower examine it::

CEO_Ens_Quinn:
 ::Tries to hold back a little chickle at the Ferengi's comment::

Brett:
 <Akon> CSO: Are you an archaeologist?  Hmmm?  I thought not.  Now be
quiet and let the males conduct business.

CMO_Santiago:
 ::Laughing she gets up from the bed::  Tonar:  You really need to get
a poker face you know.

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::coughs:: Akon: I also asked you the same question

Brett:
 <Akon> ::Leans in to speak to Trenar and point::  Trenar: You can still
see where the great Kahless got some ink on the edge there...see?

CSO_Rhykmal:
 Akon: I do believe that my courses at the Vulcan Academy of Arts and
Sciences makes me more of an archeologist than you.

CMO_Santiago:
 <Tonar> ::Sticks out his tongue at her::  CMO:  You are just a sore
loser.  Besides this is just a friendly game.  ::Watches carefully as
Nita rubs her belly.::  Something wrong there, doc?

Brett:
 <Trenar> ::Nods::  Akon: Hmmm, yes...I see that...very interesting...

TO_Ander:
 ::straightens up:: Akon: I believe that Lieutenant Rhykmal is more
educated in the sciences than you are. If Trenar does not wish her
opinion to interfere, I believe he will voice that. Customer is Number
One, no?

CSO_Rhykmal:
 Akon: If this article is genuine.... do you have it documented? Proving
its history?

CMO_Santiago:
 Tonar:  Naaaa it's either gas or the baby is kicking.  I haven't
decided which one yet.  But it is making my hungry.  i'll be back I'm
going to get something to eat.

Brett:
 <Akon> CNS: You are not an archaelogist either so hush!  Don’t you have
some heads to shrink or something?

CMO_Santiago:
 <Tonar> CMO:  Ok,  I'll just hold the fort and take everyone's money.
catch you in a bit.

Brett:
 <Trenar> Akon: I also see this small inscription...could this be
Kahless’ writing?

Brett:
 <Akon> Trenar: I am certain it is!  ::Chuckles::  I did not know it was
there, I should charge you extra.

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::would like to shrink those big ears of yours, but holds that back::
Trenar:  I would strongly reccomend you allow the Lt to scan that item.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 Trenar: The computer may be able to analyze that writing and cross-
refernce it with other samples of Kaless' writing.

Brett:
 <Trenar> All: Hmmm, Made on Rigel.  Very enlightening.  ::Smashes the
scroll case across Akon’s brow, the “ivory” shattering surprisingly
like plaster.::

CEO_Ens_Quinn:
 ::Nods in agreement with the CSO::

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::smiles and is deligheted that Trenar didn't listen to Akon::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::would smirk... if she weren't Vulcan, but a glimmer of wry amusement
appears in her eye::

Brett:
 <Akon> ::Screeches and recoils backward, tripping over a chair and
toppling himself, his assistant and the box of artifacts to the floor::

TO_Ander:
 ::chuckles again, but steps up:: Trenar: I'm sure he well deserved
that, but maybe you could reserve the violence. ::under his breath::
Until we can turn our backs.

CEO_Ens_Quinn:
 ::Tries hard not to laugh at Akon's tumble::

Brett:
 <Trenar> Akon: Insolent thief!  You think because I follow a different
path than most of my people I am stupid!?  ::Shoves the TO back::  I
will teach you to respect Klingons of ALL paths!

Brett:
 Action: As the Ferengi screech and cower, Trenar and his follower step
forward, obviously intending to do some Ferengi bending.

CO_Mash`ev:
 Trenar: Please, Trenar, I'm sure Akon would not be so foolish to waste
all of our times with these... trinkets.

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::catchs the TO as he is shoved back::

TO_Ander:
 ::stumbles back at the shove, and nods to the other tactical officer,
who move closer:: Trenar: It's my recommendation that you take a
breather. We'll deal with Akon, here.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::steps back to give Trenar room::

Brett:
 <Akon> ::Looks at the CO::  All: NO!!  No of course not!  I have
something!  Please, wait!

TO_Ander:
 ::nods a thanks and again moves towards Trenar, ready to intervene::

Brett:
 <Trenar> ::Stops and looks at the group, seeing the TO and security
with their hands ready to draw weapons...seems to deflate slightly::
All: Very well, thief.  You live a little longer.

Brett:
 <Trenar> TO: I appologize warrior.  My rage overcame my judgement.
Were you injured?

TO_Ander:
 Trenar: No, not at all. ::nods to Trenar, and looks to Akon, waiting::

Brett:
 <Akon> ::Staggers to his feet, nervously brushing himself off and
trying to extricate himself from the tangle of arms, legs and packing
material::

CO_Mash`ev:
 All: Perhaps we should return to our seats and allow Akon to show us
his real wares.

Brett:
 <Akon> Trenar: Here...this was to be the...jewel in the crown of the
artifacts I brought but, since there is...

Brett:
 <Trenar> Akon: Get on with it!

Brett:
 <Akon> Trenar: Yes. of course.  ::Extracts a wrapped item, the size of
a tricorder from the box and begins to unwrap the old-looking cloth::

TO_Ander:
 ::moves a chair away from the table, and sits down in it::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::watches carefully::

TO_Ander:
 ::looks with feigned curiousity at the cloth::

Brett:
 INFO: The cloth reveals a small, carven box of obsidian.  Klingon
symbols and runes adorn its sides and top.

Brett:
 <Trenar> ::Looks at the box closely, his eyes peering intently::

CEO_Ens_Quinn:
 ::Would raise his eyebrow if he physically could but looks interested
none-the-less::

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::looks at the item, and figures this might actually be something.
Then again Ferengi arent the smartest people in the universe, and Trenar
could do some damage::

TO_Ander:
 ::tempted to say "Aaaaaaand... ?"::

Brett:
 <Akon> ::Opens the lid carefully, revealing an interior lined with red
cloth, much like velvet.::

Brett:
 <Akon> Trenar: Here, here is what you seek.  Actual trimmings from
Kahless’ beard.  Preserved for all time in this hermetically sealed box.

TO_Ander:
 ::sits up a little bit, and looks into the box, curious now::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::raises another eyebrow and waits for permission to scan::

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::almost smacks Akon in the head, "beard trimmings"::

Brett:
 <Trenar> ::With a growl, snatches the box from Akon’s hand::  Akon: You
go too far!  CO: Captain, remove this piece of filth from my sight
before I splatter his blood across your ship!

CEO_Ens_Quinn:
 ::Wonders where the Ferrengi would have gotten the hair, their ears
maybe?::

Brett:
 <Akon> ::Screches again and steps behind Syrna, cowering::  All: Don’t
let him kill me, I am simply a business man!

TO_Ander:
 ::stands and smiles:: Trenar: He'll be removed quickly, but first,
he'll need his trimmings back.

Brett:
 <Akon’s assistant> ::Follows his boss’ lead and cowers behind the CEO,
holding his shoulders to keep the man oriented toward the threatening
Klingons::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 Akon: I am a Vulcan... he is a Klingon... easily he could overpower
me...

Brett:
 <Akon> CSO: Pinch him!  Pinch him!

CO_Mash`ev:
 TO: Please escort Akon and his assistant to the Lounge.

CEO_Ens_Quinn:
 ::Turns to Akon's assistant and pushes him forward:: Assistant: This is
your fight.

CO_Mash`ev:
 Trenar: Let's investigate this further before we deal out any
punishment, shall we?

TO_Ander:
 CO: Ah, sir.. Maybe we should have the belongings returned first?

Brett:
 <Akon> CO: No, we’re ready to go...um, consider these as gifts from our
people to the Empire...I am sure we can do business inthe future...
::Bows and scrapes and all but runs out the door, his assistant actually
pushing the TO and security man ahead of him as they exit::

CO_Mash`ev:
 Akon: I assure you, your... items.. will be returned to you.

TO_Ander:
 ::is about to backhand the aide:: Akon's Aide: I suggest you be
patient. I prefer that we leave in an orderly manner.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ~~~CNS: That could have gone better....~~~

CO_Mash`ev:
 Trenar: May I see the box?

Brett:
 Action: The door closes behind the exiting group leaving the remaining
crew and Trenar (with his aide) in the now-cluttered room.

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ~~~CSO: It could have been alot worse~~~

Brett:
 <Trenar> ::Begins laughing::  CO: Of course Captain, but do be careful.

TO_Ander:
 ::grabs the aide roughly by the arm and, what could be considered
forcibly, escorts him to the lounge::

CEO_Ens_Quinn:
 ::Looks around half smiling thinking... well, that was fun::

CNS_Llewellyn:
 Trenar: why 'most careful' if the item is junk?

Brett:
 <Trenar>: ::With some reverence hands  the box to the CO, after dumping
out the small black hairs from the interior::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ~~~CNS: Indeed... It is 6 days, 20  hours and 37 minutes until we get
to Denali where by we will have done our duty. I for one will find this
agreeable...~~~

CO_Mash`ev:
 Trenar: Why did you dump the hairs out? I have no doubt they're fake
but... ?

Brett:
 <Trenar>: CNS: Because, Commander, the hairs are trash but the box... I
recognized the symbols upon it.  It is a rare artifact which dates back
to the early days of the empire.

Brett:
 <Trenar>: CO: Those hairs were defiling it.  I must study the box to
learn its exact purpose and significance but...the fool Ferengi HAD a
treasure worth paying for after all.

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ~~~CSO: Do your battires ever needed changed~~~~  Trenar: If you are
certain the box it real, then why did you make it look like the Ferengi
was swindling you>?

CEO_Ens_Quinn:
 ::Laughs a bit at how well the Klingon bartered for the box::

CO_Mash`ev:
 Trenar: Really?  :: Looks closely at the box. ::  How can you tell?

TO_Ander:
 ::silently walks as the two Ferengi bicker between themselves::

Brett:
 <Trenar>: CNS: He was!  All of this ::Gestures about the room:: is so
much junk.  But this box...well, he got a bargain in the deal I would
say.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::looks at the CNS curiously:: ~~~CNS: I have no bateries... but upon
arrival at Denali Station we will have delivered Trenar safely and be
done with him and the rest of these rather illogical Klingons.~~~

TO_Ander:
 ::reaches out and grabs the shoulders of the two, directing them down
the right corridor::
 
CNS_Llewellyn:
 ~~~CSO: ah, they aren't to bad~~~ ::nods to Trenar's comment::

TO_Ander:
 ::rears his hand back to smack the whiny aide, but stops as they enter
the transporter room as they requested::

Brett:
 <Trenar>: CO: As I said, the runes upon the box.  I highly doubt that
P’Tagh could have found such in any texts he could read, and replicate
them so carefully.

TO_Ander:
 ::has them wait while he has the bridge check for anything amiss::

CEO_Ens_Quinn:
 ::Wonders what the runes actually say but keeps quiet::

TO_Ander:
 ::nods to the transporter chief, who in turn, transports the Ferengi
back to their ship::

Brett:
 <Trenar> CO: I appologize for the outburst Captain...The Path teaches
us to be more accepting than our more militant brethren, but Ferengi...
::Shakes his head and chuckles::  Some things transcend religion.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 CO: Captain if I may, I would like to return to the bridge.

CNS_Llewellyn:
 Outloud: Amen!  ::looks around, as he didn't mean to say that outloud::

CO_Mash`ev:
 Trenar: Well, it looks to me like this box once held something.. any
idea what it was?  :: Carefully and reverently hands the box back to
Trenar. ::

Brett:
 <Trenar> All: Thank you for your assistance in this matter.  Your names
will be recorded and well spoken of in my correspondences with the
Council.  ::Holds up the box::  This is truly a great treasure and the
Empire thanks you.

CO_Mash`ev:
 CSO: Actually, if you could check on the Ferengi in the Lounge first?
Let's make sure they aren't taking everything that isn't nailed down...

Brett:
 <Trenar> CO: ::Frowns::  Perhaps.  I will study the texts and see if I
can find out.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::nods:: CO: Aye, Sir. ::turns to leave to go check on the Ferengi in
the lounge::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::exits the room and goes to the lift::

Brett:
 <Trenar> ::Bows slightly to the crew and, with his aide, departs.::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::pushes the call button and waits::

TO_Ander:
 ::walking along a corridor, wondering if he should detour to sickbay
so he could get deradiated after touching the Ferengi::

CO_Mash`ev:
 Trenar: Akon will wonder why he wasn't compensated for that box, you
know?

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::enters the lift when it arrives:: TL: Legend lounge.

Brett:
 Action: The CO receives word that the Ferengi vessel is moving away and
jumping to warp, their “business” apparently done.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::feels the lift move and descend::

CO_Mash`ev:
 ::hears the report from the Bridge.:: CEO/CNS: The Ferengi left?

CEO_Ens_Quinn:
 Aloud: Sure did, I wonder what it says.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::arrives at the lounge and finds no ferengi, checks with the computer
and learns they are gone:: *CO*: Captain there are no Ferengi down
here... I believe they have departed the ship.

Brett:
 <Trenar> ::Walking with the CO toward the transporter room::  CO:
Perhaps.  But as I said, he got the better end of the deal.  All i got
was an old box...he left with his life.  I am a peaceful man, Captain,
but thievery cannot be tolerated, especially when dealing with matters
of Kahless and the Prophecy.

CO_Mash`ev:
 Trenar: I wish you'd allow us to inspect that box with you. Maybe,
together, we could figure out faster?

TO_Ander:
 ::finds himself in front of.. somewhere, wonders where he is; continues
moving on::

CEO_Ens_Quinn:
 ::Looks around the room, seeing only the CNS left in the room::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::hears nothing from the Captain, decides to stay in the lounge a
moment and gets some tea::

TO_Ander:
 ::sees the Captain and Trenar, and falls in step with them::

CEO_Ens_Quinn:
 CNS: I guess we should get back to work.

Brett:
 <Trenar> CO: You have an interest in these things Captain?  ::Looks at
Mashev and smiles::  It seems all Starfleet Captains are also
archaelogists eh?  Well, I wish to examine it first on my own...it is a
matter of some reverence you understand.  If I find I am having
difficulties, i will contact you.  I mean no disrespect.

CNS_Llewellyn:
 CEO: Well I guess they left us, I am going back to the bridge.  Care to
join me, well that is if you can break away from those engines of yours
and get to some real work on the bridge

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::smiles::

Brett:
 INFO: The group arrives at the Transporter room.

CO_Mash`ev:
 *CSO*: We just received word that the Ferengi ship has departed..
rather suddenly.

CEO_Ens_Quinn:
 CNS: It's not work if you're not getting dirty.

TO_Ander:
 ::hears Trenar and quietly asks the Transporter chief for his
tricorder; he discreetly scans it, or at least he hopes he's discreet::

CNS_Llewellyn:
 CEO: I am a medical doctor, it doen't get much dirter then that ::walks
to the door, to the birdge::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 *CO*: Understood.... ::sips her tea:: Did you get my communication
earlier? If not perhaps the Chief Engineer should check into it.

CO_Mash`ev:
 Trenar: Of course, I do understand. It's just that I've been charged
with your safety and if anything.. well, I just like to double-check
whenever there are Ferengi about.

CEO_Ens_Quinn:
 :: Follows the CNS:: CNS: So, the bridge sounds fine to me, after all
what's the use of having that station collect dust up there.

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::walks on to the bridge with the CEO, wondering if he is going to stay
or head back to ME::

CO_Mash`ev:
 *CSO* Apologies, lieutenant. Trenar is eager to investigate the box the
Ferengi left behind.

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::nods to the CEO:: CEO: I doubt we have dust ::stops as he is starting
to sound like Syrna, and goes to take his seat::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 *CO*: Very good sir. I shall be on the bridge shortly.

TO_Ander:
 ::saves his results and waits silently for Trenar to leave::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 *CO*: Rhykmal out.

CEO_Ens_Quinn:
 ::smiles a bit and logs into the engineering station::

CO_Mash`ev:
 Trenar: I trust you and your crew, I just hope you appreciate the
situation I'm in?  ::smiles::

Brett:
 <Trenar> CO: Of course Captain.  Though a true “warrior” would resent
having Federation lackeys protecting us.  ::Chuckles::  I must say, I
enjoy the company of Starfleet officers very much.  Good day Captain, I
will contact youto arrange a dinner aboard my vessel soon.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::sips her ginger tea and sighs:: Self: Alyx... ::drinking ginger tea
was a habit she got from him::

CO_Mash`ev:
 Trenar: Thank you, I'm looking forward to it.

TO_Ander:
 ::quietly:: Self: No fish this time.

Brett:
 Action: Trenar and his aide step onto the pads.

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::looks over his shoulder:: CEO: Before I forget, aren't you do for
both a physical exam, and a psy eval

TO_Ander:
 ::nods to Trenar politely::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::finishes her tea and her daydreaming, gets up and goes to return to
the bridge::

Brett:
 Action: The two Klingon pilgrims are beamed back to their vessel.

TO_Ander:
 ::as soon as the Klingons leave:: CO: The box holds nothing dangerous.
It does indeed seem to be made of obsidian, inlaid with gold runes.  It
would seem to date back to the approximate time when Kahless was alive,
though it is hard to tell exactly.

CEO_Ens_Quinn:
 CNS: Oh no you don't! I had my physical.

CO_Mash`ev:
 TO: Mr Ander. I'd like to see you in my Ready Room in 10 minutes.
Sharp.  ::all traces of a smile gone::

CNS_Llewellyn:
 CEO: Okay, physical maybe, but psy eval is due. Schedule an appoitment
in my office, don't me me come to engineering to get you

TO_Ander:
 CO: Aye, sir. ::ducks his head and watches the floor again::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::arrives on the bridge and returns to her station::

CEO_Ens_Quinn:
 CNS: I'll be sure to. :: thinks... Ha! He'll have to drag me kickin and
screamin out the Jeffries Tube::

CO_Mash`ev:
 :: Turns and leaves the transporter room. ::

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::looks at the CEO:: CEO: I will if I have to. ::smiles::

Brett:
 Action: The Delphyne shudders slightly.  Those on the bridge see a
spurt of firey plasma from the drive section of the Klingon vessel.
It swerves slightly and then drops out of warp.

Brett:
 <<<<Pause>>>>